Author's note: Ahahahaha so this is extremely short y'all, I'm sorry! I'm also sorry to announce that, since this fic is in fact based on an already written film and as I am running out of film to base it on, the next chapter, though it will be quite long, will be the final installment of this story. Thanks to you guys for sticking through till the end, but I'd like to write another Clexa (or Lexark!) fic after this one, whether it be based on something previously written or a prompt from someone, so please comment any suggestions you may have! I really enjoy writing this pair! I'm also a huge Wayhaught fan (for my fellow Earpers out there), so if you have any Wayhaught prompts, one shot or full length, I'd love to hear them! Once again, I apologize for the brevity of this chapter, and the next one should be out within three or four hours. ;)

CHAPTER 7

Clarke did not help Lexa pack. She felt a little guilty about it, but she didn't want Lexa to see her in such a disheveled state. Instead, she went home to her cabin and, after a brief embarrassing conversation with her mother that involved probing questions like 'did she force you?' or 'do we need to check you for diseases?', Clarke went up to her room and cried softly to herself, carrying on into the night, well after her family had fallen asleep.

It was three am when the tiny pebble hit her window.

Clarke rubbed her cheeks, trying to dry away as much of the salty wetness as she could before responding to the call that could've only been from one person. She lifted the window and peered out from her bedroom, the warm summer wind whipping her hair around as she looked down to see Lexa standing at her window from a story below. Clarke couldn't help but giggle despite her sadness.

"Hey, crazy," she stage whispered, and Lexa flashed her her middle finger. Clarke chuckled again.

"Can I come in?" Lexa called up, just loud enough for only Clarke to hear.

"Uh… I'd love for you to, but you can't. I mean, you can't come in through the front door-"

That was all the permission Lexa needed to start to climb her way up the drainpipe, clinging to small bits of hanging ivy as she hoisted herself up. Clarke's eyes widened in fear.

"Lexa!" she hissed, still trying to stay as quiet as she could. "Lexa, get down! You'll kill yourself! God Almighty, Lexa!"

Lexa was laughing the whole way as she finally reached Clarke's window, pulled herself into the room, put her hands on each of the shorter girl's cheeks, and silenced her worries with a smirk and a kiss.

Clarke allowed Lexa to win this battle, but quickly pulled away so she could have the first firing shots in the next one.

"Lexa, if my mother catches us up here… I mean, my dad, too… They'll call the police."

Lexa shook her head.

"They won't catch us, baby."

Clarke eased into Lexa's touch, she sound of the pet name rolling off Lexa's tongue encouraging her to press her cheek further into the brunette's hand.

"Lexa, where do you live?"

Lexa's jaw clenched and her hands fell from Clarke' face.

"Fairlawn," she responded. "Here in Virginia. And you?"

"Centerville," responded Clarke enthusiastically. "That's not that far away at all."

"But dreadfully far away this summer, and dreadfully far away for a girl whose parents hate my guts," Lexa mumbled.

"Hey, hey," Clarke soothed, taking Lexa's face in her hands. "Lexa, what my parents think of you doesn't matter. And neither does the possibility that we'll never see each other again. I love you, Lexa."

Lexa, who had been avoiding Clarke's eyes for the past thirty seconds, suddenly allowed her eyes to snap up. Clarke looked just a surprised as Lexa felt, because the tops of her ears were turning red and behind the confidence in her eyes, Lexa could see the uncertainty and worry that Lexa's feelings were not requited.

"I love you right now, in this moment," Clarke continued. "And the fact that I may never see you again doesn't mean anything to me right now. You are who I'm supposed to be with tonight, so be with me."

Lexa tucked a stray hand of yellow hair behind a still pink-tipped ear. Leaning in, she stole a kiss from the girl she'd grown so fond of in just under a month. After the kiss grew heated – after two shirts and a skirt and a pair of tight black jeans were removed, after they stood before each other in only their underwear, after soft purplish marks peppered both girls' necks, marking their territory – after that was all done, but before Lexa stripped Clarke completely and took her in the small twin-size bed, she whispered an earnest, solemn promise in her lover's ear.

"I love you too, Clarke."

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Clarke checked her watch as she and Lexa neared the staff parking lot. 11:47. If Lexa wasn't gone by noon, she'd lose her summer bonus. Luckily, the Chevy Impala had come into view, and Lexa had already thrown her bags in early that morning after reluctantly leaving her love's bed to get a head start on the day.

They finally reached the car, and Lexa stuck her key into the ignition to start her up without actually getting into the low-riding vehicle. She then turned to Clarke, who held Lexa's leather jacket in one hand her heart in the other.

"Thanks," Lexa murmured as the blonde helped her into her jacket, despite the heat outside. Clarke nodded and chewed on her lip. A slender finger tilted her chin up, forcing her to look into deep, green eyes. They were just as mesmerizing as the first time she'd looked into them.

"I'll never be sorry," Lexa promised, pressing a soft and sweet kiss to the tip of Clarke's nose. The latter smiled and looked down.

"Neither will I."

Lexa swallowed, pressed her lips to Clarke's one last time, and finally broke away from her newfound love.

"May we meet again."

And with that, she got into her car, pushed on her favorite pair of sunglasses, and drove away, off into the sunset.

Well, maybe not quite the sunset. But the way it made Clarke feel, it may as well have been.

End note: Fairlawn and Centerville are actual towns that are set very closely to Mountain Lake, the resort that Dirty Dancing was filmed at and that Kellerman's is based on!